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Well. That was interesting.

And by that I mean the massive PMS migraine that hit at about 3 am, was still there when I woke up again at 6.30, barely dulled with three aspirin, then I tottered around for a while and when I felt nauseous every time I moved in more than one straight line for about five steps I decided it really was a migraine, so I took an Imitrex. And felt very, very weird and unfocused and my limbs felt all weird for the next several hours. I can count the number of Imitrex I've taken in my life on one hand with fingers left over. No, I'm not used to it.

But after about six hours the effects of both drug and migraine have worn off, at least I hope they have. Possibly the side effects of the drug have worn off and it's still sitting on my migraine's head, but I really hope everything's just passed. I do not have time for this shit. And this is why I'm glad I only bleed four times a year now.

I've got my teeth cleaning coming up next week, ugh, and I've got my annual physical on the next day, so at least that's all the appointments over and done with. And between everything I've picked up over the last three weeks, I think I'm set on languages and studying and every other damn thing for at least the next six months. More than enough to keep me occupied, unless I need more ink to write with or paper to write on. Which given how many notes I'm taking lately, is a distinct possibility. Though I've still got plenty of sketchpad left for Arabic and Hindi alphabet practice. I did check.

Wednesday Reads
Currently working on Wild Swans (75%ish done) and The Raven Boys (5% just started) and I probably will take out Women of the Golden Dawn and Women of the Pleasure Quarters this week and at least try to read one of those. Maybe both! I have no idea how quick a read they are. Or just Women of the Pleasure Quarters since Golden Dawn is checked out. Oh well. I also did the math and I need to read a little over 8 books per month to make 100 books in a year, which means a lot less non-fiction, self. Silly self.

Weekly Word Count: 2,605 as of this writing, though I'll probably write more today. 5,093 for the month in total. This is just sad, although I have been getting through the holidays and a head cold. Still, self. No more delaying, just plow through the current story and keep going. Even if you hate it. It's not going to get any better for delaying.

Superhero Training: With the sick and everything, getting back into routines didn't happen much this week. Between the sick and the migraine. Tomorrow and the next seven days, maybe. I am, however, also hitting the point where I need to vary my routine a bit, so as I get into the timing of exercising at the same hour every day again, I'll also try and figure out what to do to vary it a bit. Maybe get back to, or even add in, some of those superhero workouts.

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Well, despite inexplicably getting shot at with an assault rifle in my dreams (a mini-Uzi? Should it bother me that I can identify these things in my dreams?) and bolting so far away from the gunfire that I woke straight the fuck up, I'm actually doing pretty well! I got my Japanese done. I did not binge on chocolate despite it being One Of Those Days. I got my day jobligations done, I got some words done in the Grant Ward Redemption Epic, I'm working on County Witches right now. I got Memrise done through. And I undid back to where I went wrong on one of the Ravenclaw friendship bracelets and redid some and I did not get frustrated and hurl the mess of string across the room. And for a massively PMS filled day, that is something.

I mean, okay, yes, when I get home I have to do a bunch more writing and do my Arabic and edits and cook dinner and exercise, but I can totally do all that, right? Of course right.

I hate this. The part after a day of flu, two days of flu, or in my case a head cold rather than the flu of doom that's been going around, when I haevn't gotten anything done for the past couple of days and the place is a wreck and it's driving me absolutely batshit. Also the part where it's close enough to my head cold that I might relapse if I try to push myself, at least physically in terms of the cleaning up. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to relapse if I try to focus on too many things at once. I'll just have a manic fit and fall over.

If manic is even the right word for it. What's the word for a self-induced fit of that thing where your brain has twenty tabs open, Shockwave is crashing in one of them, a commercial keeps trying to play in another, and you can't fucking find the one you wanted in the first place? Only self-induced. Or do I just put the world self-induced in front of it.

(I need to stop doing that. I know damn well that if i try to multitask too hard my brain's going to overclock and shut down, so I need to stop doing that.)

Anyway. Got all that done. Got my physics mostly done for the rest of the week, I forget when new modules are going up but all I have left are the labs, so, eh. Dropped more money than I probably should right now on the Living Language Hindi course, but since I've already started with the books and things I might as well do this, too. My current physics average is a 91 or something amazing like that. Go me! Now I just have to get the rest of today's work done...